Yang Chengzhi stood on the ridge and didn't speak, just looked at the more than 130 tourists with a strange face, he really couldn't think of how these people couldn't even distinguish between leeks and weeds.

Could it really be that they often live in big cities, and they don't even know the most basic crops, if they come to some special eras, how should these people live, Yang Chengzhi couldn't help but worry about them.

The little beauty who stood next to him and called the eldest brother just now asked with a puzzled face, "I also see that it is a leek, can't you eat the leeks here."

Yang Chengzhi's head darkened, and he wanted to ask this beauty who was in the second year of college, could it be that the previous biology was taught by the history teacher, why couldn't even distinguish between leeks and weeds.

Yang Chengzhi pointed to the weeds on the ridges that resembled leeks and said, "This is not a leek, this is a kind of weed, in our place because its leaves grow a little similar to the sword in the past, our village people call it Qingjian, this kind of weed can not be eaten by people, generally only sheep or cattle can eat."

The tourists standing beside him were embarrassed, they just thought that it was the leeks they bought every day, but they didn't expect the weeds in this village, and the tourists who tasted the "leeks" just now couldn't help laughing.

With the "leek" incident just now, the tourists did not dare to act rashly, and they honestly gathered around the villagers who presided over the farmland activities to explain to them the appearance of various crops and the matters to be paid attention to when harvesting.

After talking for more than ten minutes, the 130-odd people were like elementary school students on their first day of school, and after listening to them, their faces were still confused, and they didn't know how to distinguish between this millet and millet.

After the villagers finished speaking, everyone began to go to the field to experience the life of the farmland, and the little beauty standing next to Yang Chengzhi looked at the sickle in her hand, blushing and asked, "What is this thing for, is it used to get potatoes out of this thing?"

Yang Chengzhi had a feeling of madness, is this still the people of China, a big agricultural country, how is it like this, I don't know what the sickle is for.

Yang Chengzhi wordlessly pointed to a field planted with millet seeds, and the little beauty and several people around him rushed into the field where millet was planted with the farm tools in their hands. Dancing the tools in your hands to harvest millet of one meter, two or three meters high.

Yang Chengzhi looked at a young man who rushed to the field with the little beauty, full of cold sweat, this guy didn't know how to look at the tools in his hands, so he ran to the field to harvest millet, people use sickles to harvest millet, and your old man can harvest with a rake that digs potatoes.

Before Yang Chengzhi could open his mouth to call this guy to stop, the young and strong guy used a rake to put down all the millet in a radius of one square meter, and others cut it off with a sickle, and this guy directly dug out the roots.

After digging up, he tidied up the millet that had fallen to the ground, and showed off the fruits of his labor to someone next to him, and a tourist next to him told him that it seemed that the farm tools in his hand were used to dig potatoes, and the millet was cut with a sickle.

The guy ran away at that time, blushing like silk, this face was really embarrassed, carrying the rake to the potato field next to him, and began to dig potatoes again.

When he was young, he dug a big pit in a short time, and kept muttering in his mouth, why there were no potatoes, and after digging a few more times, the potatoes were still missing, and the young man was anxious, and turned back to call the villagers who were in charge of the farm work.

Pointing to a big pit more than one meter deep, he asked, "I dug such a big pit, why didn't I see a single potato, I saw other people dig a few times and get my potatoes, is it that the potatoes in your field don't bear potatoes."

The tourists around listened to him and wanted to hear why the potatoes did not bear fruit. The villager asked, "I'll look at the potato seedlings you dug up."

The young man picked up a seedling from the mound next to the pit and handed it to the villagers, who looked at the seedling road. "Little brother, this is not a potato you dug, this is the lack of seedlings in the potatoes we planted, and the beans that are not shredded are replanted."

The stubborn young man asked, "Since it's a bean, why don't you take the beans, don't fool me, I know the beans."

The villagers who presided over the experience of farm work broke out in a cold sweat, and said in their hearts: Why didn't you meet this buddy in the morning, you know Doujiao is not the same as knowing Dou Miao.

But he can't say such a thing, people come here to experience farm life, and they don't know you before they ask you, so why should people ask you if they know.

"This kind of bean is a kind of early-maturing bean, a few days ago this bean was picked, only the seedlings are left, you see that the shape of the bean is similar to the shape of the potato seedling, but the leaves of the bean seedling are more scattered, and the potato seedling is not, his leaves are more concentrated, like watermelon leaves, but not as big as watermelon leaves."

Another tourist next to him asked like a curious baby, "What do watermelon leaves look like?"

The villagers couldn't help but feel angry, they were just making an analogy, these people are good, they have become 100,000 why, if they say that watermelon leaves are like shabby bamboo fans, they will definitely ask what the bamboo fan looks like.

He didn't explain what the watermelon leaves looked like, but put the potato seedlings and bean seedlings together, and explained while comparing them, and the tourists couldn't stop nodding their heads in agreement, as if they knew the difference between potato seedlings and bean seedlings.

Five or six minutes later, the tourists began to dig up crops like potato seedlings that the villagers had just said, and the buddy, holding the two kinds of seedlings, kept comparing them, and his mouth was still chattering and not knowing what to say.

After two or three minutes of comparison, the young man shouted, "I finally know the beans and potatoes," and it seemed that he completely understood the difference between potatoes and beans as the villagers said.

Pick up the rake on the ground, join the crowd digging potatoes, start digging potatoes hard, and after digging out a few potatoes, happily pick up the dug potatoes and shout, and let the tourists next to him take pictures for him.

But after five or six minutes, the young man shouted again, "Big brother, why don't there be potatoes under this potato seedling, this is not a kidney bean, I know the kidney bean seedling."

The tourist who was digging potatoes next to him put down the rake in his hand, looked at the seedlings in his hands, and felt speechless.

"Brother, the bean seedlings in your hand are still thicker than the bean seedlings on the ground," After speaking, he wiped his forehead from cold sweat or tired sweat, and continued to raise farm tools to dig potatoes.

The young man threw away the bean seedlings in his hand and muttered, "I don't believe it yet, I can't tell the difference between potato seedlings and kidney bean seedlings, if I can't tell the difference, I won't go back today."

The tourists next to him listened to him, but he didn't make it, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, I haven't seen you tell it for half an hour, maybe you really want to live in the field tonight, and then you can cook potatoes and eat them yourself.

The tourist thought of boiling potatoes and suddenly had an idea, and he beckoned to the villagers who accompanied them. A few words were whispered in the ears of the villagers.

The villagers nodded, walked towards Yang Chengzhi, who was standing on the ridge not far away and watched people work, and walked to Yang Chengzhi, and the villager said, "Chengzhi, the tourist asked me just now, can we burn the potatoes they dug up, they want to eat our authentic roasted potatoes."

Yang Chengzhi said in his heart, why didn't he think of this, he nodded and said something to the villagers, and the villagers turned around and returned to the village without knowing what to prepare.